She was not the pretty one

Rough and buxom

Tender only in her smiles

Tender only in her eyes

But standing next to glamour sweater girls from high school days

With brunette manes of flowing waves hung down to carry like a train

She was but plain

She was but sameness everyday

Until that time when stars were framed by unreachable beauty comet-like angelic came

She like the earth




Till her love became the warmth and rain


held by ourselves

Not to be betrayed

Except in forgeries which lovers make

Who must forget how hearts will break.




Fragment IV.

The only Jazz is just an elegant

ballroom dance somebody

danced one night when they

got overdressed.

The only Jazz is a standard

slow dance that stopped to fade

from 45 to 33 to 16

revolutions a century to just a

moment that a skipping needle

stopped to lift you up

off the ground,

The only Jazz is for be-bop


who play riffs with streams

like the waterfalls and then slip

and fall and brush it off like it

was all, you know…only the


And the only jazz Coltrane.

played he played once,

or maybe twice

when he heard it while he blew,

wondering where the jazz had

always been…

it’s the only Jazz nobody knew.

-Albert Turner Goins, Sr.